Where can I find the rising Sun?
The numbing cold of the night
marching through dark mists
on a course barely known through
faint memories of a past existence
Across the deep abyss
staying afloat on the hope
of the distant glimmering flicker
immersed in the waters of illusion
It is in the secret portals
the illumination that opens the soul
storm upon storm
the blazing maelstrom of life and the world
rising into the vast silent emptiness
awakening the mind to truth